The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"Quickly! Go and report back to Lord Withering!"

Before the mournful roar could pierce the dark dome, it was completely swallowed up by the thunderous shouts of battle.

"boom--!!!"

The piercing alarm finally resounded throughout the entire underground territory of the Withered Throne.

The undead kingdom, which had been dormant for hundreds of years, was completely awakened by these uninvited guests.

Deep within the underground fissures and tombs, skeletons clad in tattered armor pushed open their coffins, and eerie blue flames ignited within their empty skulls.

In the putrid swamp, the bloated ghouls stopped eating, their scarlet compound eyes turning toward the source of the commotion.

Legions of the undead, composed of skeletons, zombies, and vengeful spirits, quickly assembled into imposing square formations under the commands of their respective centurions and chiliarchs.

They have no fear, no chaos, only absolute obedience etched deep in their souls.

The cold sounds of bones grinding and armor plates colliding converged into a torrent of death, surging back towards the area torn apart by the teleportation light.

"It's here! The monster tide is coming!"

"Hold on, guys in the front! Priest, unleash your Chain Heal!"

"Fire-based ranged units, prepare! On my command, three, two, one, spread the fire walls!"

The torrent of players collided violently with the undead army.

There were no tactics, no rules, only the most primal bloodlust and fanaticism.

The dozens of melee players at the forefront were pierced into sieves by the bone spears of the undead phalanx almost instantly upon contact, disappearing in a flash of white light.

Immediately afterwards, the players in the second and third rows fearlessly filled the gaps, only to have their souls torn apart by the wailing of the vengeful spirits in the next second.

The casualty figures are soaring at an alarming rate.

But not a single player backed down.

What is death? It's something that can be resurrected by drinking water after logging off and using Flower Crystals.

A reward pool of one billion source crystals—once you miss this opportunity, it's gone forever!

"These monsters have such high attack power!"

"Of course! This is a main quest! Even the scraping therapy counts as your contribution!"

A centurion of the undead, riding a skeletal warhorse, stood at the rear of the army.

The soulfire burned with wisdom and contempt: "A bunch of ants, so weak, yet they dare to invade!"

The Death Knight's eyes were sharp; in its sight, this group of suddenly appearing creatures, though numerous, were pitifully weak individually.

The vast majority of them can't even defeat the lowest-ranking skeleton soldiers.

Their attacks landed on the undead legion's shield formation, only causing a few sparks and dealing laughably low damage.

"A bunch of...disorderly parasites." A hint of disdain flickered in the Death Knight's mind.

It doesn't even bother to take action itself; it can simply rely on the crushing force of its legions to wipe out these parasites.

However, just as the undead army was advancing with unstoppable momentum, repeatedly compressing the players' battle lines, a sudden change occurred!

"Brothers, stop skimping! If you keep cutting back, you won't even get any soup left!"

"Damn it, let's go all out! Spatial Source Soldiers, activate!"

A shield warrior player, surrounded by three ghouls and on the verge of being torn apart, suddenly let out a roar.

With a "click," the metal backpack on his back popped open, and countless precise metal components instantly extended, deformed, and snapped together, completely enveloping him in less than two seconds, forming a heavy powered armor that shimmered with dark blue energy patterns!

His combat power, which was originally just over two thousand, began to skyrocket the moment he put on the armor!

Five thousand!

Eight thousand!

Twelve thousand!

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

The player, encased in power armor, swelled up in size. He stomped his foot, and the heavy alloy boots created spiderweb-like cracks in the hard rock ground.

He threw a backhand punch, the air crackling with a dull thud, and a ghoul's enormous head exploded, splattering foul-smelling bodily fluids everywhere.

This astonishing scene caused all the surrounding undead units to freeze in shock.

And this is just the beginning.

"Sword, come!"

Another swordsman player tossed his ordinary-looking iron sword into the air.

His personal space weapon was activated, and the iron sword decomposed into countless points of light in mid-air. Then, it was recombined in a more complex and mysterious way, transforming into a giant ship-slaying sword that was three meters long and burning with blazing flames!

The player gripped the knife handle tightly, a smirk playing on his lips!

"Take this, Daddy's Strike! Fiery Storm Slash!"

He held the knife in both hands and spun rapidly. A fiery tornado that swept across an area of ​​tens of meters appeared out of thin air, engulfing all the skeletons and zombies in its path and burning them to ashes.

More and more players are taking out their most treasured items from their spatial storage.

Some donned various types of powered armor, transforming into steel behemoths.

Some even pulled out a small mech and used it to command the battle!

The combat power of the player faction has seen a precipitous increase.

One second it was weeds being harvested at will, the next it became a sharp scythe for reaping the dead.

The battlefield situation was reversed in an instant!

The soul fire within the skull of the high and mighty Death Knight flickered violently, almost extinguishing itself.

For the first time, its undead calculation core encountered an unmanageable logical error.

"impossible......"

"Energy level...leap...completely violates fundamental laws..."

How can these "ants" increase their power several times or even ten times in an instant? What an absurd sight!

......

The throne has fallen, the highest hall has been destroyed.

Withering watched the battle unfold on the outside with great interest through a mirror made of black mist.

"A bunch of interesting insects." Withering uttered a dry comment, tinged with a condescending smirk: "Ants are always ants."

"No matter how many there are, they're just adding some new materials to my undead army."

For her, it was just a small episode in her boring life.

But in the very next second, the space in front of its throne, on that smooth obsidian floor, twisted and tore apart without warning.

A portal, identical to the one on the battlefield outside, suddenly opened in the center of the hall!

A player stumbled out from inside.

The player was clearly confused and fell flat on his face. After getting up, he dusted himself off and looked around blankly.

"Holy crap, where did you get me?"

When he saw the towering white bone throne not far away, and the figure on the throne whose aura was so powerful it took his breath away, he froze.

The entire magnificent hall fell into a deathly silence.

Even the withering was stunned.

Its eyes, burning with the flames of annihilation, were fixed on the "bug" that had suddenly appeared in its home.

What about the outer defenses? What about the tens of thousands of vanguard troops?

Why... is he here?

Three full seconds later, the player finally reacted and let out a heart-wrenching scream in the team chat.

"Holy crap! Guys! I fucking got right in front of the boss!!"